Adoptees -- Fiction; Fathers and daughters -- Fiction
There arose from this idea a convulsion of feeling, that shook him as an
earthquake shakes the firm land, making the most stable edifices totter.
A chill horror ran through his veins, a cold dew broke out on his
forehead; it was unnatural--it was fatal--it must bring on all their
heads tenfold ruin.
Yet wherefore? Elizabeth was no child of his--Elizabeth Falkner could
never wed Gerard Neville--but between him and Elizabeth Raby there
existed no obstacle. Nay, how better could he repay the injury he had
done him in depriving him of his mother, than by bestowing on him a
creature, perhaps more perfect, to be his solace and delight to the end
of his life? So must it be--here Falkner's punishment would begin; to
exile himself for ever from her, who was the child of his heart, the
prop of his existence. It was dreadful to think of, but it must be done.
And how was the sacrifice to be fulfilled? by restoring Elizabeth to her
father's family, and then withdrawing himself to a distant land. He need
not add to this the confession of his crime. No! thus should he
compensate to Gerard for the injury done him; and burning his papers,
leaving still in mystery the unknown past, die, without its ever being
known to Elizabeth that he was the cause of her husband's sorrows. It
was travelling fast, to arrange this future for all three; but there are
moments when the future, with all its contingences and possibilities,
becomes glaringly distinct to our foreseeing eye; and we act as if that
was, which we believe must be. He would become a soldier once again--and
the boon of death would not be for ever denied to him.
To restore Elizabeth to her family was at any rate but doing her a
long-withheld justice. The child of honour and faithful affection--who
bore a proud name--whose loveliness of person and mind would make her a
welcome treasure in any family; she, despite her generous sacrifices,
should follow his broken fortunes no longer. If the notion of her
marrying Neville were a mere dream, still to give back to her name and
station, was a benefit which it was unjust any longer to withhold; nor
should it be a question between them. They were now divided, so should
they remain. He would reveal her existence to her family, claim their
protection, and then withdraw himself; while she, occupied by a new and
engrossing sentiment, would easily get reconciled to his absence.
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